Mark's POV
It's way to crazy in this place. And I know this is a mental asylum but seriously, the people here are way past gone. There have been so many people dragged away because they had a mental breakdown or something.

Jack was moved to a different cell. I've seen him around sometimes and its not a pretty sight. He has to wear a straight jacket that jeeps his hands tied to the back of his shirt. It was rather distressing.

His expressions didn't help either. They were either a sad, depressed and lonely look or one that could kill someone. He looked like two completely different people.

That's because they are.

"Oh shut up would you. You don't help with anything and you never make sense. Why not just tell me the answer instead of speaking in riddles?!" I replied angrily, not caring if anyone could hear me anymore. It's a mental asylum for fucks sake I should be allowed to talk to the voice in my head that never shuts up!

I'm not speaking in riddles and I would keep my voice down. Don't want a punishment for being too loud now do we?

"Why should you care? It's not like you get any of the pain. You're just a voice in my head that cause me to be classified as crazy!" I said, my voice growing louder near the end.

"Hey! Keep it down in there!" A guard shouted.

"I'M SORRY! I'M JUST TALKING TO THE VOICE IN MY HEAD. DON'T MIND ME," I shouted back angrily.

"What did you just say?" The guard spat back but I just started mumbling things under my breath and pacing around my cell.

Shortly after a guard showed up and saw me. I continued mumbling nothing in particular and he sighed.

"We have another one that's gone," he shouted down the hall. "This one didn't even last two months."

He was right. I was less than a week off from being here for two months and I had already lost it. And it was all his fault! If he hadn't have come along I would have still been making videos at home with-... Amy.

"Out," the guard said sternly. I stood still. I had froze at the thought of being normal.

The voice, it was always there though. It just sounded like a subconscious thought. Like the ones that tell you to do and not do things.

Like when you're standing on the edge of a really high place and something in your mind is screaming 'JUMP!' But another part is telling you to run as fast as you can in the other direction. It confuses your brain and causes you to just stand their and stare down at what's below you until you snap out of your daze and realise you probably look like an idiot just standing there and walk away, even when no one is around to see you.

Well he was the voice telling me to jump. The other part was just my mind trying to push him away.

Now you're in for it.

I was pulled from my thoughts when I realised I was being dragged down the hall and away from my cell. I was actually quite pleased when the horrible cries turned into silence.

It didn't last long however because it was replaced with the low him of a generator. I was pulled into a room and in front of me lay a table with a whole lot of cables around it. Well this isn't going to be fun.

A nice shock to wake that brain of yours.

I gulped as I was strapped to the table and the cords were attached to me. I waited for the extreme amount if energy to run through me, which came shortly later. I let out a horrid scream as I felt my flesh burn from the amount of energy travelling through it.

Once they were done, they removed the cords and I saw the ringed burn marks that were definitely going to scar later. 

I was dragged down a new hall and thrown into a dark room. Well this is new. I've never been in one of these rooms. They're similar to the solitary confinement rooms but different. There was absolutely no light what so ever in this room.

I fumbled in the dark to discover there was a small bed in the corner. It was smaller than the other beds but it worked.

I lay down and let my burnes cool in the darkness. I slowly drifted off the sleep in the silence. I had to admit, this room was actually a bit better than the last one.

~le dream begins~

I was sitting in my recording room editing a video. I heard the door opened and looked up to see Amy standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in her hands.

How did I know it was coffee? Well the smell drifter all the way to me in the light breeze of my fan.

"Thought you might want something to help you stay awake while you edit," her kind voice found their way into my ears. I smiled st her caring thought.

"Thank you my love," I said, kissing her as I took the cup from her hands. I took a sip of the hot liquid and felt it stream down my throat, warming my body.

"Just don't stay up too late," Amy called back as she left. I thanked her with a quick shout before continuing to edit the video.

When I was finished it was already midnight. I let out a sign and header to mine and Amy's bedroom. She lay sleeping on the bed. So peaceful, so vulnerable.

I got the sudden urge to strangle her. I shook it away with a gasp and hurried to the kitchen for some water. I took a big gulp of the clear liquid, letting the cold calm my nerves.

'Kill her. Kill Amy. Just grab a knife and stab her. It will be fun, come on'

The glint if a knife caught my eye. It lay on the bench next to a chopping board. I picked it up, planning to put it away but my body became numb before I did.

I could see everything I was doing but I couldn't move my body. I didn't have to though because it was moving on its own. I truer to stop it but it wouldn't respond to my own commands.

'This is what happens when you don't listen to me Mark'

I tried to scream but nothing came out if my mouth. I was now in our bedroom standing over Amy. The knife risen above my head. Amy's eyes opened just in time to see me stab her in the chest.

She let out a helpless scream as I continued stabbing her. No, not me, him. The voice that spoke to me. I could hear his dark laugh that escaped my own cold lips.

He left the knife embedded in Amy's chest and walked to the bathroom. Only then did I see the horror if myself. My hair, darker and pushed back over my head. My skin, a pale shade if grey that made me look dead almost. My eyes were the worst of it all. They were a pitch black with a glow of red in the centre if each.

'Next time you might listen to me or the penalties will be worse'

I suddenly regained control of my body and fell to the ground. I felt extremely dizzy and the room seemed to spin around me.

I forced the feeling away as I stood up and ran back to Amy. She lay motionless on the bed in a pool of blood. Her face still held the fear she had when I-he was stabbing her.

The knife was still lodged in her ribs, blood covering the entire blade. She wasn't breathing.

~end of nightmare~

I screamed as I shot up in the dark. Sweat dripped down my face, even in the coldness of the room, and my breath came out short and heavy. A nightmare... No, a memory.

I would keep quiet if I was you. Don't want anything bad happening now do we?

"No, I'll stay quiet sorry."

Sorry